Married To My Secretary

Chapter 11

“Ohhh vous belle dame parle français “great, my wife speaks French perfectly, my mother will now rub it in my face. Mainly, because she is French and she always told me the importance of speaking the language.

“Oui, pour le monsieur et pour moi, s'il vous plaît, coq au vin “I don't know what's worse, that he speaks French and I don't notice, or that he's ordering for me.

"Merveilleux," she speaks French, everyone is looking at her. My mother with a smile and the rest (including me) with a face of astonishment. I look at the menu instead and remain oblivious to this conversation.

"Oh my God, are you French too?" my mother questions, Kate shakes his head and brings a glass of wine to his mouth.

“I only learned it a few years ago and spent a semester at an exchange university in Paris.

"Well, I was born in Paris. But I have been living in this country since I was about 5 years old. It's just that your accent is excellent, I thought you were a native.

"Well, nowadays most people know French, I don't understand what's the surprise," Brittany speaks, as always, wanting to stand out trying to bring others down.

“I also know German and a while ago I was crazy about anime so I studied Japanese “I forgot that Kate knows how to defend himself and then I realized, he said Japanese?

“Japanese? I ask immediately.

“German? “my father is speaking “and he begins to mention a series of words in German, Kate smiles and immediately answers him with an excellent accent, or I think it's an excellent accent because my father smiles widely, I don't know shit German.

"Ohhh, now I have someone to practice my German with," he says enthusiastically. "Did you live in Germany?"

Did you study in Germany?

“My father is German,” Kate says to my father, damn it, I don't know shit about her.

“I would love to meet your family, Kate “Oh my God, no!

"Me too," my father speaks. "When would it be?"

Never.

"Someday mother," I mention, taking Kate's hand, someday very very very far away.

“And I hope that very soon “my father speaks “I must admit Santiago that you have made a good choice, you married a woman exactly like your mother, beautiful and very intelligent “he looks at my mother, gives her a tender kiss on the lips while they smile. Those sentimental images traumatize me.

I am realizing.

"Of course father, I couldn't have made a better choice." I gently take Kate's chin and kiss him on the lips.

Are there smart and pretty women? Yes, and they are the bane of every man. I better stay away.

We eat in the most normal way possible, without surprises of any kind, my father begins to tell all his stories and adventures in Germany and that he worked in a local newspaper during that time and I don't know what else, I hardly pay attention, we've all already I've heard that story over and over again, but Kate hasn't, which is why he retells it and she looks at him intrigued with every word he utters, and three hours pass without my noticing. It hasn't been so bad, I've liked Kate like everyone else, except Brittany who only sees her out of the corner of her eye, of course it hasn't been fun in the way she wanted, but it has impressed my parents a lot, something that silly this never achieved.

We said goodbye to them, this is over here and I return to my normal life.

We walk towards the parking lot until I hear my father yell from the other side "Gute Nacht" at least I know what that means. Kate exclaims the same phrase and I can't help but face her for having made me go through this scare and not having a clue what to do.

She turns around after saying good night to my father in German and bumps into me, fixing those beautiful eyes on mine and frowning.

“Is seriously? You speak 4 languages and you didn't add that to your resume? I had to remove my surprised face immediately so no one would notice that I didn't know that my own wife speaks 3 more languages.” I cross my arms waiting for her answer and she just looks at me puzzled.

"Was that going to change anything?" I still have the job, you were not asking for a multilingual person, why would you add that?

“You got the job because your answer impressed Malcom, but maybe if you had said something common you wouldn't be here, things change when you add more languages to your resume “to my surprise she just laughs.

“I? Impress him? I mistook him for a kidnapper! I frown, those words are funny to me. Now I understand what Malcom meant.

“That's what she told me “I smile, I open the passenger side door for her “in short, I must admit that you were great in this meeting with my parents, my father is a difficult man to impress, not even Brittany has impressed him as you today.

She gets in and I walk around the car to get on the driver's side.

"Well, the one who doesn't seem to like me very much is Brittany." I put the car in gear.

"Well, actually, she doesn't like anyone who's a bit smarter than her, she always likes it when they mention how smart she is, but she doesn't like it when they say someone else is." I shrugged. Is your father German? She nods as my cell phone rings. I take it out of my pocket and see that it is my father. My father?

"Tell me dad," I say when I pick up.

“Son, I think we're going to need your help. Henry forgot to make a reservation at the hotel and now everyone is full, we need you and Kate to give us a space in your house to stay.

No, please noooo!

“Is seriously? And so you want to leave the company in their hands? Oh my God! I add this in frustration. How am I going to say this to Kate now?

I laugh sarcastically so they don't take my comment the wrong way, but I'm worried, after telling them that the doors of my house are always open to them. I hang up the call and park as Kate watches me frowning as if he knows something didn't go right.

"Kate, I think this will last a little longer than expected." I look into her eyes. What if she says no?

“I eat? What are you saying? What are you talking about? She looks at me worried, well, I am too.

"My idiot brother didn't make the hotel reservations and now all the hotels here are full, my parents want…well, they rather need to stay at my house, which means you'll have to stay with me."

“Not! That wasn't the deal!... “he blurts out almost immediately, damn it! If proposing to her cost me so much, this will cost me much more.

“I know! I interrupt, "But I didn't see this coming, how am I going to live in one house and my wife in another?" Tell me what you want?

She looks at me, as if analyzing her answer, alternately looking at other places inside the car, I immediately lock the car, I don't know why I have the impression that it might occur to her to run away “I want a space in the magazine, maybe in the editing group, that's all.” I frown and look at her.

“That's all? Kate, you know it's easier to give yourself money.

“Wait... Besides, does it offend me? "Oh my God, how difficult women are."

“Not! I'm not offending you, I'm really sorry if you felt that way, but this is a very prestigious magazine and I can't give you a space just like that in the editing group. They go through many trials.

"Well, I can do those tests, I'm good at writing, I swear," she looks at me, and with that look, damn it! How to say no? "I just want that space and I'll be your wife whenever you want."

But how interesting!

“When I want? I ask intrigued, I raise an eyebrow, I won't hide that that just made me smile broadly.

"Well, not that kind of whenever you want," he exclaims firmly, I haven't even said anything, he looks at me fiercely, also raising an eyebrow.

I'm not going to laugh.

“Morbid mind, I wasn't asking that, it hasn't even crossed my mind “if it had crossed my mind “even though you look sexy in that dress “I had to say it, I immediately look ahead and put the car in gear .

“Listen, I'll think about giving you a space in editing “I interrupt after a few minutes thinking about his proposal “but send me something, some writing that you have done.

"Okay, take me to my apartment please," I stop dead.

This woman is going to kill me!

“No, really Kate, I need this, I told you I have to think about it, don't put me between a rock and a hard place...

"No," he immediately interrupts, "I need to go to my apartment because I can't sleep in these same clothes, or wake up with these same clothes, it's supposed to be my house, right?"

Well, that relieves me, almost gave me a heart attack. I turn quickly and we arrive at his apartment. Upon entering, there are several people. What is that? A party? And in this small place? Kate waves to the girl called Natalie, for some reason I know she knows everything, but as long as she doesn't say or speak anything I don't have a problem. She walks by and offers me a little white chair to sit in, seat; I adjust my bag and take the place. The other two girls present look at me over and over again, they bother me, they're not even that hot. Luckily, Kate quickly comes out and says goodbye to everyone, I have to do it too, I don't want them to think I'm rude, although I don't care if they think I'm rude.

We got home, luckily before my parents, although they show up just five minutes later. I take Kate's small suitcase to my room and go downstairs finding my parents laughing with Kate, my father telling her his stories when he was young that make her laugh, they seem so boring to me, at least she has a good time, I don't know Where do a 23”year”old girl and some 50”year”old men get so much to talk about?

After a few minutes he goes up to my room with me. Upon entering, she looks at the suitcase and begins to see what is inside, I go into the bathroom and change into simple blue pajamas, I like to sleep shirtless but with Kate here I think I better cover myself, although... I'm fine with my body but, she is my secretary.

I lie on my bed while Kate changes in the bathroom, I've never brought someone into my room, I couldn't, I feel like my father is watching me from all sides, it's like trauma, I take the newspaper that I had left on this morning my night table Just about two minutes later Kate comes out, I turn to look at her for a few moments and then I look back again to make sure of what I just saw, her little shorts reveal almost all of her thighs, slim and toned with a thin strappy blouse with a cat on the front, some letters "Hello Kitty" can be read, everything fits perfectly to her curves, she immediately gets between my sheets and I look down immediately to continue my reading before any morbid thought takes over me and her realize. What kind of torture is this?

"So... who sleeps on the couch?" he asks, now I understand why he was looking at the sofa, I thought it was to divert the tension.

“What? Do I look like someone who sleeps on a couch? I would never sleep on a sofa.

"Well, I've never slept on a couch," he says this, settling on the other end of my bed.

Stop there!

“And I have never let anyone sleep in my bed”not even a woman has entered my house.

"Well, you're married now, Mr. Centinelo." Get used to it “adds this without hesitation Oh my God! I don't think this is happening to me.

I see that she won't get out of my bed and also I can't send her to sleep on the sofa. What kind of man would he be? it's big enough but still, there are pillows between us to be aware when we're over the limit. It's not that I don't want him to sleep with me, well yes, but it's just that not being able to touch anything tortures me. Damn!